Beef Wellington…

I didn’t cook my lunch today, which was delightful (although I’m quite a good cook I don’t always enjoy doing it) however, as you may guess from the title it was beef wellington. Yup, great start to my eating more carefully and losing weight! It wasn’t so bad actually, except I was seduced into trying dessert.

Just one measly spoonful… that won’t be very much, or so I told myself. Fool me! That one spoonful was a hundred calories.

It really doesn’t seem fair :(

The What - 170lb

Now to record what needs doing, the end goal - my Shangri-La.

So: 5st = 70lb                    17st = 238lb                    238 - 70 = 168

Hmm… interesting. So what’s better. A round start number “I have 70 pounds to lose” or a nice even end number “My ideal weight is 170 pounds”. Of course 168lb does translate to 12st which is also a round number… Somehow I think 12.2 will be easier, can you imagine how annoying those last two pounds would be if they wouldn’t shift?

It’s decided.

I am going to lose 68 pounds

I am going to weigh 170.

There we go. In big bold letters, my goal is stated.

Why did this start?

The best way to start I reckon is for me to record why I started this blog now. The most obvious indicator is on the blog title of course. I am 5 stone over weight… 5 stone fat.

I checked my weight a couple of days ago, lightly skipping onto the scales (so as no one would notice me doing so and try and take a nosy look) and there, blinking up at me in damning red was: 16.12… 16.13… 17.0… 17.1… 17.0…. 17.0 Whew! That 1 pound over would have been even more crushing and 17 is quite sincerely horrible enough as it is.

So what made me check that beautiful spring morning? About 5 minutes prior to that incident I was lying in bed, still half asleep and I brushed my hand across my waist. Only it wasn’t a slight slide in and then out to my hip (think hourglass concept). Oh, no, there was road bump… a second tire! I’d had the first one since I was in my teens, but this second one? My stomach lurched in complete revulsion. A sudden rush of self loathing.

Not the nicest way to wake up I can tell you.

So this where that bump in the road leads. A blog, membership to weight loss forums, research, exercise video’s and a wistful search to see just how expensive personal trainers really are (turns out too expensive! *sigh*).

And that’s how this tale of joy? woe?… well, it’s just started, I don’t know how it’s going to go but hopefully it’s going to end in a significant loss.